Goodbye Asheville

He comes of age
In a world that is unknown
Save for her,
Young maiden from the East
Yet not the coast.
Never ventured past the parish line,
But the sun, it now shines.
The sun, it now shines.

Yet the creek runs dry.
He couldn't wait for her there.
In the shadowy mist,
The white thief could not fail.
The crown of gold,
Fit for lovers of old.
For lovers of old.

A red dawn howls.
The shattered moon cries in defeat.
He has returned to find
Only the ghost of her past life.
Shedding her skin,
She now travels with the wind.
She travels with the wind.

A dark thunderhead
In the rear window, stalking.
He must move on.
She didn't wait for him there.
A missive unsent
Would their paths cross again?
Would their eyes meet again?
Would their hands touch again?